Post by Aria ! on Feb 14, 2010 0:57:52 GMT -5
Name: Tenma
Age: 27 years old.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: domestic dog
Appearance:
Age: 27 years old.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: domestic dog
Appearance:
Personality:The only difference between me and the devil's dog?
Behold the behemoth.
He has a very thickly built body, a round head and hanging jaws. His teeth are in good condition. His fur is short, and his skin is pulled tight like leather over his built muscles. He has a brindle coloring. His base coat is a sort of golden, then he has stripes ranging in color from brown to a dark coal. His maw is a dark color, and his claws are long and dark black. He has a healthy, shiny black nose upon his face. A thick, thick leather collar is on his neck, not tight, but there is no slack. His eyes are deep, very dark maroon color.
Since -Mission Mexico- he has aquired a few scars. They differ from form to form, depending on which one he aquired them in respectivly. One ear hangs half over, due to an injury from a cat. Yes, a cat. Lynx, to be exact. There's a small scar on his ear, just at the corner of the fold. There's a rather nasty one on his neck, two large, ragged gashed trailing a large section of his left side. The whereabouts of this scar are unknown; he won't tell you, either. So don't count on it. Only a few people will really ever know- Rohjyx's family, Roscoe, and well, a certain others....I don't need three heads to guard hell's gate.Death don't know my face...
Short, unkempt black hair on his head. Tan skin.Well defined muscles, lean stature. He stands at just under 6' 0", and is quite tall. In his human form he bares resemblance to that of an 18 or 19 year old. He has the same mirthless eyes in human form as he does in his true form, solid black and without a varying color. As for clothes he is most commonly seen barefoot with a pair of green pants, with an extra pocket on each pant leg. He never wears a shirt, even in the dead of winter, at most he wears a jacket, though it is never buttoned or zipped....I tore his eyes out before he saw.
His hair is longer now, though still fairly unkempt. He'll run his hand through it in the mornings, but otherwise it gets no real special treatment. No special treatment in the shower, either. Normal Shampoo, normal Conditioner. It's not very shiny, but rather, well, it has it's ways.
If possible, while gone, he got even tanner than before! He's a bronze color now, Mexican as ever. He has reached full height, now standing at 6' 3'', and isn't going to be growing anymore any time soon. His muscles are very prominent; it's evident that he's done a lot of things to keep himself in top form. However, it's very clear that he hasn't gone over-the-top, like those people you sometimes see on the TV advertising workout and health drinks. The strength he has looks natural, more like he's had a hard life or just a very demanding one.
His chest is pronounced, perfect some say. Along with it is his chiseled six pack of abs.
Updated as of 1/26/11 - Moderate alterations since 'Mission Mexico.'
History:To the well organized mind,
He is a man of few words, at the least. He is not often one for long, held out conversations. The brooding silent type. Or so he's called. He prefers the darkness to the light, simply because the light gives him a headache. He isn't a very independence person, however. He's like a military blockhead of sorts. He knows how to depend on himself, and how to take care of himself, how to survive on his own, but he just finds it impossible without a person telling him what to do. Like he is unimportant.
He was raised killing, and lives up to it. He feels no regret for what he's done, no sympathy for those he's killed. Children, Adults, Women, he feels no remorse. Though, he's not all about killing. He doesn't kill any person he sees walking down the street alone at night, that's just not his style. He either has to have a long since grudge against that person, be ordered to hurt, torture, or kill them, or they would have to piss him off so much that for an instant he looses himself. He has very subtle triggers.
He much prefers a life in the ring fighting other dogs, or out lurking in the shadows guarding something important he was told to. He has to have a purpose. Without one, he feels his life is unneeded, insignificant. So fighting and killing, guarding or torturing, all is to feel he is needed. His life would be very different, had there been someone around him to love him and tell him they needed him. But there was no one like that, and his personality is forever the way it is.
He is not beyond being kind. Loving, even. But it is not often, and very seldom few people are show that side of him. Strictly none in the opposing guild. He is far too strictly loyal to Rohjyx to associate with Thieves. He is fine talking and having things to do with people outside of both gangs. He sees no problem with it, unless he was specifically told not to have anything to do with them. He is, to a point, ready to come for certain people at a pin's drop....Death is the last Adventure I need.
Updated as of 1/26/11 - New Mindset after 'Mission Mexico.'
Sample:Back to the beginning....
Tenma was born, bred, and raised as a fighting dog. He was born to the champions of two other rings, and was, as heritage, the champion of his own. It was cruel growing up a fighting dog though, he underwent merciless training, under conditions that any wild or street dog would never undergo. But it made his skin thicker, it made him smarter, and it made him loyal. He had one master throughout his entire life as a fighting dog, which was three years. He rarely made mistakes in the ring. If he was badly injured, then the other dog was dead. Usually he held his opponents for the qualified minute and then released them and dignified went back to his side of the ring to present himself proudly.
One day though, halfway through his career, it was decided that he was an unneeded dog. He was sentenced to death by his own master. He sat in his large cage, the one they gave to the champion of the ring, and stared out at nothing, in the completely dark room. He only had one thought; "If I was human, I would be out of here."
Well, he was then human. A person he didn't know gave him clothes, everything he needed except shoes and a shirt. The next morning when he woke up he was a dog again though. It was his execution day. He was going to be put in the ring against four champions, where they would rip him to shreds. His own mother and father were among the dogs selected to bring him down. But an angel-like shadow fell upon him, by the name of Rohjyx. Before the other dogs were released into his pen, Rohjyx spoke up. "If you don't need the useless mutt, give him to me. I can't say I'll give you much for him, since you'll just have to clean up his guts if I don't get him." Is what he said, and the ring owners gave him the leash and pen. He said they weren't necessary, he just needed Tenma moved to a closed off room.
When they were in the closed off room, Rohjyx proceeded to shift and attempt to intimidate Tenma, who stood fearless even in the face of the massive black cat. Rohjyx felt a twinge of anger at that, and then spat profanities and threats in Tenma's face. Tenma however, did not waver. "What do you want me to do, Rohjyx?" Tenma asked in his normal, loyal tone. He'd accepted Rohjyx as his master the second he'd spoken up for him. "You- Mongrel. You're going to be in my gang. You'll kill who I tell you to kill, talk to who I say you can, and do only what I tell you to, got that?" The feline growled in Tenma's face. "Yes." he responded.
"Then become human." Rohjyx ordered.
And Tenma did. Then Rohjyx did, and opened his cage. Then they left, neither of them even casting a glance on the place as another match of painful howls and furious growls echoed out....Where the blood bath starts.
But just as it ends......It begin again.>D NO SAMPLE FOR JOO! Not until I have an actual roleplay with him.Other:He's bilingual, speaking Spanish and English- Though Spanish very rarely (because I don't know it very well. CX)
While in Mexico, he got himself a nice little (though feisty) girlfriend. It's mostly her accomplishments that lead to him actually having a personality- emotions included. Though he's sill not a crier (tearducts may have shriveled up and disappeared from dis-use.) he does show actual emotions now, like chuckling, smiling, laughing, anger (duh), sadness (well, not much but still) and etc. Along with that came the possibility for love, since he knows what it's like now.
While away, if possible, dog-owner relationship with Rohjyx grew stronger. Dog's don't like to be separated from their owners, so of course being apart ten years did take it's toll. If anything, it made him ever the more loyal, even though he maintained his sense of free will. He knows he doesn't have to do the things Rohjyx tells me, and can and will reject them on a rare occasion.
Besides Rohjyx there are very few others he will actually listen to, other than Roh's immediate family. I mean, he'll listen to you, but as far as taking orders and all that- yeah, that's pretty much limited to Roh's immediate family and (most of the time) Roscoe.
Family dog, anyone? Tenma loves the kids. He's not exactly looking to have any of his own, but he can be good with them.. Well, he certainly acts different around them.